"arcturus" poems
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“Arcturus” is his other name—
I’d rather call him “Star.”
It’s very mean of Science
To go and interfere!
I slew a worm the other day—
A “Savant” passing by
Murmured “Resurgam”—”Centipede”!
“Oh Lord—how frail are we”!
I pull a flower from the woods—
A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath—
And has her in a “class”!
Whereas I took the Butterfly
Aforetime in my hat—
He sits ***** in “Cabinets”—
The Clover bells forgot.
What once was “Heaven”
Is “Zenith” now—
Where I proposed to go
When Time’s brief masquerade was done
Is mapped and charted too.
What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I’m ready for “the worst”—
Whatever prank betides!
Perhaps the “Kingdom of Heaven’s” changed—
I hope the “Children” there Won’t be “new fashioned” when I come—
And laugh at me—and stare—
I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl—
Old fashioned—naught—everything—
Over the stile of “Pearl.”
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Shine like a star.
The self confidence in you,
makes you the brightest star of all.
Deep down in you there's a fire.
Yes , a burning fire.
A fire that brings joy and energy to the people around you
At the same time,
That fire will burn and hurt those people that you dislike.
You are a star,
A bright star like Arcturus.
That stands out in the crowd,
Makes you different than the rest of the stars.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;
The twilight is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
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“The sound that pours from the fingertips awakens clouds of cells far inside the body”
Robert Bly 1926-
You could say that the sound that tips deep cells are waking
heralds with bugles divine revolution
You could say that the sound that echoes from spirals
gossamers emeralds’ scintillant light
You could say that the sound that squishes from mangoes
is luscious and opulent tripping with pearls
You could say that the sound that slumbers in harp strings
howls round the polar bear’s tumaceous couch
You could say that the sound that tremors from tadpoles
triggers eruptions of undersea mountains
You could say that the sound that sits on the windowsill
on Arcturus flickers as icicle fire
You could say that the sound that bounces off drumskins
loosens the shackles of acuate cacti
You could say that the sound that shivers off rainbows
silkens red poppies at sunstrike unpacking
You could say that the sound that rumbles round moonrocks
passes on purple to stillness of shadows
You could say that the sound that echoes cicadas
crackles through canyons of memory rising
You could say that the sound that gallops through nightmares
shrinks in the face of the falcons glissade
You could say that the sound that is diatomaceous
tangles up synapses sparking at random
You could say that the sound of deep cells awakening
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
I want to jump off the earth and into space
As vast visions of knowledge graze my face
Laplace's demon I wish to be
But that hypothetical is not me
To witness planets and stars humans never see
Floating in space will set me free
Milky Way, Andromeda, perhaps a Magellanic cloud
Vega, Rigel, and Altair are my shroud
Antares and Arcturus burning up high
Adara and Bellatrix in my night sky
Life like Eridanus, the end is Achernar
So beautiful up close, and from afar
Horologium watching my every move
To Hydrus and Leo, my courage I must prove
Sun Ra taught me that "Space Is The Place"
When I journey forth, Ill shall adventure with grace
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Piloting a rocket propelled spermatazoon
straight into the magma core of Arcturus!
And all the while our cute society
is humming a slithery little hymn
"Dip your toes and smile along
clap your hands and follow me home."
Alas my hands are golden waves
and bridge the space
where the monolith wades
Redemption plays
the poison harp
encouraging those forgotten
to never give up
the strings are dripping
and licking the ground
where flowers grow
the land is sound
there is someone at the door
always someone at the door
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
if I am the frying pan then you are the fire
in a way you’ve always been my gateway drug
[oh her]
and I’ve always been their gateway to you (we have never
really been that similar) if I am the street lights then
you are the stars (you have always made that one
pretty clear)
I am covered in your footprints
your hair kind of looks like mine
spit on my face and we’ll see if I start to look more like you
[oh it’s you]
we were born in hospitals and since then my infant skin
has felt like plastic in your hands
(I’ll sit down in the dirt to see if I can blend in
with what you say you really love) smile and maybe
I’ll remember
what I really love about the grass growing through the sidewalk
(I remember once you told me you would love me
if I could show you where the sidewalk ends)
if I am the bridge then you are the untamed river
I’m sorry if I couldn’t see below my feet but you never bothered
to look up either
you have always been my gunpowder and I
have always been your bastille (whether you are rogue or royalty
has yet to be determined) you have always said
that I was hollow and I held matches in my teeth hoping
it would prove me volatile
[always you two]
I used to think our bones were the same metal but you’d
be the first to tell me yours was forged in a hotter fire
I think
mine will be harder to break (and we will both be melting
for years) if I am holding their hands then
you are bleeding beneath their feet if I stand alone
then you are standing on their shoulders
(I remember you like charcoal on a cave wall
like a name carved in tree bark
there are sets of your fingerprints next to mine all down
the highway
hold my hand against the dirt and we’ll see
if the heat of battle in the blood red riverbank will be enough
to burn this skin from our bones) we are not friends and
we are never going to be strangers (and more than anything
I am sorry for that)
if I am midnight then you are three am
if I am the sun then you are (not the moon)
arcturus
in a way I’ve always been your gateway
in a way you’ve always been my coup de foudre
[oh this again]
in a way your poetry was always my first love
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
"Can we look at stars?" She asked.
So we stepped out of our lives
Into the pillars of creation.
The chill was biting but
The light from the most beautiful taurian sky I had ever seen washed upon our gaze and warmed our hearts.
Taurus the bear the hunter and an unknown star brighter than all others
the Queen of the sky herself came to visit this solemn night.
As we stood in the cold for those few fleeting moments
The universe heard the call of her sad heart.
And the stars fell from the heavens
in a show of radiant jubilee unmatched in this life.
When the book of the sky opened itself and shared its wisdom for all to see
it was speaking to us.
To her.
"Everything will be alright."
It said.
Heard loud and clear.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
I cannot articulate
The number of causes we drifted away
Some things remain unexplained.
Every sea has it’s storm
The moon waxes, and tides wave.
There is a reason we have seasons
The Earth is titled at a 23.5 Degree
We cycle through our Yearly journey
Passing through different sensations and feelings.
Most things are unpredictable.
At least we have the constant constellations;
Hercules and Orion,
Leo the Lion.
Reminders of Inner Strength
Look Outside Yourself
And into the sky.
The constellations Shape
The lines we trace
Map out the way
We Are Made.
The future is uncertain.
Do not lose faith.
The darkest skies
And New Moon,
Bring the most Dazzling Stars
Into View.
Our magnitude
Is Brighter than Sirius,
Vega, and Arcturus.
All the stars combined
Could never out-shine
The incandescent light you are.
Dear Beautiful Star,
Stay close by my side.
No matter how I far I go,
Help me know
I am never alone.
Though independently we shine,
We all rest together in the sky.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
The vast universal suffering feel as thine:
Thou must bear the sorrow that thou claimst to heal;
The day-bringer must walk in darkest night.
He who would save the world must share its pain.
If he knows not grief, how shall he find grief’s cure?
If far he walks above mortality’s head,
How shall the mortal reach that too high path?
If one of theirs they see scale heaven’s peaks,
Men then can hope to learn that titan climb.
God must be born on earth and be as man
That man being human may grow even as God.
He who would save the world must be one with the world,
All suffering things contain in his heart’s space
And bear the grief and joy of all that lives.
His soul must be wider than the universe
And feel eternity as its very stuff,
Rejecting the moment’s personality
Know itself older than the birth of Time,
Creation an incident in its consciousness,
Arcturus and Belphegor grains of fire
Circling in a corner of its boundless self,
The world’s destruction a small transient storm
In the calm infinity it has become.
If thou wouldst a little loosen the vast chain,
Draw back from the world that the Idea has made,
Thy mind’s selection from the Infinite,
Thy senses’ gloss on the Infinitesimal’s dance,
Then shalt thou know how the great ******* came.
Banish all thought from thee and be God’s void.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
Arcturus rises
He provides guidance in light
Clouds mocks with blindfolds
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Even though, when the heaven split .
i will bear it upon my crest.
when the oceans overflown ;
i will swill them .
when the earth immobilize still .
i will roll it upon my finger tips.
such a challenge the dripping from thy holy lips.
that lets my orbs flow an ocean of blood.
that drown Noah ancient lost land .
but that cant find path down thy heart.
i cant only count days of agony of hurt .
days of actroce tearing and sad despair .
the idleness that is dragging me for fear of no repair.
the adventure that is hooking me for far recess.
are nothing but the mourning to thy soul no access .
if i can only see the paradise of thy eyes.
if the sentence total is my life without thee.
my deafening screams of rage .
will break all the tympanal of heaven and earth .
and the world will fray to death.
sublime creature ,flame of hell.
celestial and paradisiacal homage is you.
what a remorse !cause my weakness deep as bayou.
and the disdain of my cabal cause me to yell.
oh,for much sol to burn.
to sere my ocean of tears
if only you can now turn .
and move with me on this fume stairs .
and fly and shine like arcturus.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
I wrote her lyrics on the back
of a postcard. Half of them were
mine, the other half stolen from
an undisclosed source by the sea.
I meant to finish the piece with
hope or a splintered olive branch,
but instead I changed hands
and wrote illegibly:
*I expect to hear from you
next time you are bored
or alone.*
It has been four years now
and I haven't heard that song on
the radio. It has been four years
and the letterbox remains closed
like the reluctant mouth of a
four-year-old in a dentist's chair.
I haven't seen the doctor for a long time
and often I know that I am dying.
I close my eyes and slow my breath:
*there are stellar clouds and old
Arcturus is falling from the sky.*
The farmer's truck is offloading pigeons,
descending the cages as they fight
for the freedom of an updraught.
I watch it behind a television screen
and I see acceptable nature through
my parent's back window. I have learned
to experience everything behind
a screen door, to keep out mosquitoes
and compassion for far-off deaths:
*Twenty-four dead in dust cloud,
as freedom spreads to the East.*
I wrote her a letter the day before
my wedding and told her the whole
affair was simply to get a mortgage
and to have a reason to shave.
I knew she would likely have moved
address, or else threw out my envelopes
along with pizza leaflets and
charity bags. I wrote clearly with
my better hand:
*I have found a place to rest my wings,
but they still cramp at the thought
of a cloud.*
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
Time passes. It is never ending, but it stops and it goes. Everyone is waiting for something; but not so much waiting as looking. Everyone is looking for something. I have been looking for many things, countless things. Innumerable things:
Bee, who doesn't know it yet. She is on his way to me, but she cannot comprehend it, no, not yet. She is not yet here. She is in another place, waiting to be born. She does not exist. But he sees me, and I see him. He is here, with me, eternally.
Truth, which evades me at every possible chance. He comes to visit me at times, in little bubbles, which only last a few seconds, then are gone faster than they came. She does not visit others, not so much; not anymore.
Life, which many would say that I've found, that I am living, that I am life, that life is me. But. No. I am not life and life is not me. I have not lived, not fully, not the way they want me to. And what with this I am happy as can be.
Home, what is nowhere, what doesn't exist anymore. My home has been long dead. My home is gone, forever. Home was somewhere very, very, very far away. Much farther than most can imagine right now. My home was Lyra, Arcturus. Arcturus was my home, and now it is gone. My home is gone. But, hark!: my home still exists, it has all-ways. And so, my home is with him.
As many cannot see, we are all here, and we never can't be.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Travelled light of time.
Arcturus risen
over the gentle, waveless ocean.
Its light moving with steady purpose
since the time of her birth.
To shine
on her fresh-kissed lips.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
I know where you are, I think, but I change my story every time
I'm not sure where you lie, I know that you carve an arc
to Arcturus, the fourth-brightest light in the sky
and to me, I guess, it doesn't matter if that's the star
at which I'm pointing- what matters is that it's there
and for all I care, what matters is what people on Earth
think of me and your muttered glow shining down upon my hair.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
As our solar system moved through space
It chanced upon a region where
A cloud of dark matter, like a shroud,
was wrapped around our Earth so fair.
It blotted out the stars of night
It dimmed the light of Sun and Moon
Crops grew stunted or not at all,
Mankind faced its mortal doom.
Rigel, Sirius, Vega gone?
Blotted out of Human sight?
Arcturus and Capella too
fail to pierce the veil of night.
Ignorance of every stripe
Began to fight for center stage:
Ignorance both Left and Right
spilled blood in their righteous rage.
I looked true North in the night sky
and saw Polaris still on station .
The darkness began to dissipate.
Tranquility returned to our Nation.
Some few thanked God
with praise and Prayer
More raised their eyes to Heaven’s bowl;
grateful to see the stars still there.
Dark deeds; Dark times, and desperate schemes,
We had been put through Hell by them.
Now bright sunshine warmed our days;
At night we saw the stars again.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Star light star bright
Wish I may wish I might
Surf the cosmos horizon tonight .
I paint a picture with my imagination
Wandering in wonder I am in liberation
From the sirius twins blue creatures
To the Pleiades radiant compassionate features
Sailing on to arcturus with immaculate inventions
I spread my love to Orion to aid in an ascension
Memories of Lyra and Vega are held tight close to my heart
Here in outer space the end is the beginning and now is the only time to start
Take my hand and let's take a surf in the astral
It's as easy as walking really truly quite practical
We are the hybrids made from the dust of stars
Time and space an illusion always home in the galaxies bizarre
My energy shall never be destroyed
It is with you great cosmic angels that I am employed
Many lives I have lived many more I shall give
I am nothing and I am everything
A small speck in the great sea of mystery and infinity
It is within you my love a portal I see
A mirror of me and of me is we
Ancient tides wash upon our shores
That we do so curiously implore
Cobwebs n roses unearthed from our cores
True valiant and radiant love entrepreneurs
May I be embelished in your quintessence and forever adore
The magic of the cosmos unfathomable creation
The cells in my body buzzing with great oscillation
The music of the spheres hums the greatest tune I have ever known
Vibrantly vibrating down my vertebrae to the rest of my bones
My body a vessel a shell and a car
My soul drives me, leading the way, always taking charge
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
Our time is
Fleeting
We are no longer
In a warm
Safe haven
We are no longer
In each others
Minds
We are no longer
A whole being
But fragments of one
Held together by
Nothing
But now we conform
And veer off trajectory
Knowing that we'll never be
As comfortable as we was
in Orbit
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC